That’s Walt on the left behind a cloud of his own cigarette smoke — Jesus, isn’t that something? Then Freddie, Frankie, Johnny, Dinny, and Lawrence—and the whole gang of them, plus Bud, are on a weekend pack trip through primitive Popo Agie, a wilderness region two hours west of Casper.
The pack horses belong to a buddy from work, but mostly the fellas are here to fish. Popo Agie consists of a series of high jagged peaks cut with lakes and ponds and streams that crash through canyons and race down sheer walls of granite.
But the fish — the fish! Man, you can dangle a handkerchief over the water and the rainbow trout hop out. Walt’s never seen anything like it.
How could Walt ever go back to suburban or urban life after THIS adventure!
Did your grandmother tell you all these stories? Are you making them up? In either case, they’re so fascinating. My family doesn’t have many casual photos like these.
That Walt! A real mountain man at heart. And boy can he weave a tale….I mean dangle a handkerchief.
Now I have an Almondine craving.
*sigh*
That was well worth the wait. Thanks x
And I’ll bet Walt caught a fish that was [ T H I S B I G ! ]
*sigh* I’m envious of all the cool photos. Not to mention the stories behind them.
I’m with #1, How did Walt leave this life that he seems to love? What made him go back?
How do you do it? This is such a mesmerizing tale! I wish I could Netflix it.
That’s my kind of trip.
One could also dangle a hanky too!